#!communications

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[This time the being fights back, pounding against his resistance with cold, hard determination. It was clearly angry this time, attacks not as calculated as before but stronger where it does hit. When the being finally withdraws from his mind, the silver body is now glowing with some bright energy as though there were a light bulb inside of its chest. The next words are strained.] You will leave this ship. Now. ((So this is three weeks late, I'm so sorry))

Spock is left breathless from the onslaught, half falling against the command console before he recovers. Still breathing unsteadily, he shakes his head. "You will leave this ship before I do."

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McCoy immediately put his hand on Spock's shoulder to stop him. "Spock, if we leave orbit, Jim and the team are going to /die/. The radiation on that planet will eat them alive in two hours and they'll be dead in three." Sulu was already placing coordinates to pull the ship from the planet, taking far longer with the limited power. "Sir," Uhura spoke, "the Klingon ship is claiming they want to assist us." The bridge fell quiet at that, everyone wondering the same thing: could they trust them?

Spock is quiet for a moment -- considering his options, what he can possibly do to resolve this seemingly impossible situation. Turning slightly, he nods once. "Lieutenant Sulu, keep us in orbit." 

He pauses at Uhura's report. Under normal circumstances he would call this into question, but their situation is anything but normal. Once again, he nods. "Establish ship to ship communications. On screen when ready."

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“Give me one reason I shouldn’t shoot you.”

"Give me one reason why you should."

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Question, sir?

"You may ask it."

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What does your muse associate the color white with?

White is the color of the Enterprise. Certainly there are the variations of grey and silver and black of the outer hull, the personal quarters, the engineering sectors and decks with their metal and grating. But the deck is white; as are the halls that twist their way throughout the body of the ship in a way that is both complex and utterly logical. (Vulcan was orange, the academy was blues and reds and greens. This is none of those, but it is a different kind of home all the same.)(And yes, he's ignoring the illogical nature of that statement, just for now.)

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It's your secret Santa! I apologize that these come a bit late, but this message should be for the 15th. I hope everything has been going well so far as Christmas approaches. Here are some fun Christmas facts to keep your spirits up! The tallest Christmas tree was 221-feet tall! Alabama was the first state to declare Christmas a holiday! All of Santa's reindeer are female! Male reindeer lose their antlers by December! Since his are shown with antlers, they must be does! Happy holidays!

Ooh, that's pretty cool! My apologies also on the late reply to this!! I hope you're having a good day too :)

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"Dammit man, I'm a doctor not a transporter mechanic," McCoy grumbled, not making any move towards the doors. The rest of the crew was working to follow orders. "Keptin, ve cannot get ze consoles to respoond." "Sir our sensors don't detect any ship within any distance close enough to establish communications." "Power lost to three more decks, commander." "Is ze planit zir. Ve cannot stay orviting it."

Spock spared only a quick glance in McCoy's direction. "No, but you are a doctor. The away team may require medical assistance upon their return." A return that was still unconfirmed and impossible to achieve just yet, given that the signals of said away team were still out of range. If it was the planet -- they had no other choice. "Understood. Break orbit, but continue to send hailing frequencies to both the away team and to any ships that might be in the area."